on to dallas

one city down, one to go. we closed in atlanta yesterday. we have a day off here and then tomorrow we fly to dallas to start the show all over again. it's like we're starting back at the beginning. or at least that's how it feels. we have a 4 hr rehearsal in a studio space tomorrow night after our plane lands. that'll be interesting. i'm a bit nervous for julie to be around again. but only a bit because i really feel we've come a long way since the last time she saw us. we'll see. i'm more nervous for the fact that we'll have mirrors and no costumes. that's going to feel very weird. i guess we'll see. i'm so ready to be performing in dallas though where there will actually be people i know in the audience and not just a couple thousand strangers. don't get me wrong that's awesome too, but it puts a little different feeling on a show when you know there's a friend or family member that will be watching you the WHOLE show. can't wait :)

good stuff. just a few poems with good meaning to them...

If

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

-Rudyard Kipling

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley